Oh boy. My 9 YO was watching one of those stupid ghost hunting shows with my sister-in-law and I was trying to explain preach to him why (a) these shows are so misleading and unscientific and not "proof" of anything except overactive imaginations and camera effects, and (b) as an Orthodox Christian we have to be very careful about what we expose ourselves to and that demons and spirits are a real presence in our lives, blah blah blah. You know how Moms love to preach at their kids.

He pops back immediately and tells me "But yeah Mom, what's gonna happen to me? It's not like I'm gonna become Baptist or something." (My husband's family is nominally Baptist).

(This from the same kid who said to me "I'm not a Christian, I'm Orthodox.")

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On the spiritual path somewhere between the Simpsons and St. Theophan the Recluse, but I still can't see the Springfield city limits sign yet.

This from the same kid who said to me "I'm not a Christian, I'm Orthodox."

I think this is funny in that many people I know would like to deny that they are of a particular affiliation and would just say that they are Christian (usually from non-denominational types who take the concept very seriously).

Going off the thread title, a few years back we were all over at my mom's for Christmas. Everyone (or so we thought) was in the dining room finishing up their Christmas dinner. You can imagine, after hearing my niece scream at the top of her lungs, how we all jumped up and ran into the the living room where the screams were coming from. Both my nephew and niece were standing in front of the fireplace, my niece staring into the fire crying. Before any of us could ask what happened, my nephew said, with eyes as big as silver dollars, "I didn't throw her Barbie in the fire daddy!" Needless to say, the day didn't end well for my nephew or his behind. He laughs about it now.

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"The Scots-Irish; Brewed in Scotland, bottled in Ireland, uncorked in America." ~Scots-Irish saying

Little fellow (then about three years old, and baptised Roman Catholic) is taken by his mom to a rosary service commemorating a recently-deceased member of the family. While in church, he is heard softly saying "Gesu" and "Mamma Gesu" every time he spotted a painting or statue. Then, he spotted a statue of Jesus with his hands raised in benediction. In a louder voice, he called: "Gesu! High Five!!" There wasn't a soul in that church who didn't hear it. And, according to his mom, maintaining one's composure was impossible for some.

Like all kids, my daughters liked repeating things that they heard, though sometimes it could be quite funny (at least to us as parents). For example, we always thought it was cute and funny when our (at the time) 3 1/2 year old would scold her 2 year old sister "Don't you do it again Sahara Rylee!"

To all the newer or soon to be parents reading this thread, if I can give one piece of advice, it's to write this stuff down. You think you're going to remember every funny thing your child does or says, but you never do and then its lost forever. I'm sure I'm never going to forget the time my 7 yo pulled down his shorts and mooned the school cafeteria at lunchtime (this was right before his ADHD diagnosis), but there are many more things I've probably forgotten. Years from now your kids will never really seem grown up if you can still laugh at the stuff they did.

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On the spiritual path somewhere between the Simpsons and St. Theophan the Recluse, but I still can't see the Springfield city limits sign yet.

That's a good one. One time, at the seminary, there was a hierarch at the Divine Liturgy and a big Byzantine choir, which was chanting before Holy Communion, so the chapel was full of scores of male voices. The hierarch came out of the Beautiful Gates with the Chalice and everything went suddenly silent. You could hear a pin drop. Before the Bishop could chant "With the fear...", this two-year old boy, in his dad's arms, points at the Bishop excitedly and yells: "IT'S YUM-YUM TIME!!!!"

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But for I am a man not textueel I wol noght telle of textes neuer a deel. (Chaucer, The Manciple's Tale, 1.131)

Thought of another one. Couple years ago, we were in Constantinople for a conference. During dinner, everyone in our group went up to the Ecumenical Patriarch for a blessing, including some kids, one of whom had a loose tooth.

We all got blessings and headed back to our table. All of the sudden, one of the moms goes: "Where's Irini!?" She turns around and gasps.

Unbeknown to us, Irini had pulled out her tooth and scampered back to the Patriarch's table. Apparently, she marched right up to the Patriarch, seated with about eight Metropolitans, and declared: "Your All-Holiness, I just pulled out my tooth!!! Will you bless it too?"

He did so.

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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who can watch the watchmen?"No one is paying attention to your post reports"Why do posters that claim to have me blocked keep sending me pms and responding to my posts? That makes no sense.

Our two year old daughter has a habit of narrating what she's doing, so the other day she found our Nintendo DS and took it off the desk while saying, "Want to play computer? Ok, you're welcome, Caitlin, you're welcome."

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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. -- Douglas Adams

Cait is the cutest. . . on Sunday morning right after you got there she came up to me and said, "Mommy and daddy are here and my baby brother." I had to smile. I think she might grow up to be a writer. Or a sports commentator.

Our two year old daughter has a habit of narrating what she's doing, so the other day she found our Nintendo DS and took it off the desk while saying, "Want to play computer? Ok, you're welcome, Caitlin, you're welcome."

I like that one!

My parents were sitting in their living room one night, when they heard a little voice narrating seriously, 'climbing out of his cot now ... coming downstairs now ... BISCUIT NOW!'

That's a good one. One time, at the seminary, there was a hierarch at the Divine Liturgy and a big Byzantine choir, which was chanting before Holy Communion, so the chapel was full of scores of male voices. The hierarch came out of the Beautiful Gates with the Chalice and everything went suddenly silent. You could hear a pin drop. Before the Bishop could chant "With the fear...", this two-year old boy, in his dad's arms, points at the Bishop excitedly and yells: "IT'S YUM-YUM TIME!!!!"

I remember a 2-year-old girl yelling out the same exact phrase in my church once during that time of prayerful silence when the priest was cutting up the Lamb for distribution to the faithful.

Going off the thread title, a few years back we were all over at my mom's for Christmas. Everyone (or so we thought) was in the dining room finishing up their Christmas dinner. You can imagine, after hearing my niece scream at the top of her lungs, how we all jumped up and ran into the the living room where the screams were coming from. Both my nephew and niece were standing in front of the fireplace, my niece staring into the fire crying. Before any of us could ask what happened, my nephew said, with eyes as big as silver dollars, "I didn't throw her Barbie in the fire daddy!" Needless to say, the day didn't end well for my nephew or his behind. He laughs about it now.

My Grandma Jane, of blessed memory, once told a story about her second or third birthday party when her mother (my great grandmother) brought out a birthday cake that didn't bake properly and came out of the oven kinda lopsided. According to her story, Grandma burst into tears and cried out at the top of her lungs, "MAMA, MY CAKE'S ALL SHOT TO HELL!"

My (at the time) seven year old daughter had a favorite pair of jeans that she would wear every day. One evening, my wife told her to go take them off so she could wash them saying they were getting so dirty they could walk by themselves.

My daughter turned to go take them off but also said, "O good, I can teach them to do tricks!"

Our two year old daughter has a habit of narrating what she's doing, so the other day she found our Nintendo DS and took it off the desk while saying, "Want to play computer? Ok, you're welcome, Caitlin, you're welcome."

That's very much like our daughter Maryana. When she was between 1.5 and 2 y.o., she used to talk about herself in the third person, and also made her stuffed animals "answer" her, addressing her by her first name.

There was a very popular Italian singer in the 1980's, named Toto Cutunio (not sure about spelling). Once, Maryana (about 2 y.o.) was listening, very attentively, how Cutunio was singing some love song on TV. Lesya asked her: "Tell me, what is Toto Cutunio singing about?" Maryana answered, "Toto Cutunio sings, "Maryana, go to the potty...""

Unbeknown to us, Irini had pulled out her tooth and scampered back to the Patriarch's table. Apparently, she marched right up to the Patriarch, seated with about eight Metropolitans, and declared: "Your All-Holiness, I just pulled out my tooth!!! Will you bless it too?"

Unbeknown to us, Irini had pulled out her tooth and scampered back to the Patriarch's table. Apparently, she marched right up to the Patriarch, seated with about eight Metropolitans, and declared: "Your All-Holiness, I just pulled out my tooth!!! Will you bless it too?"

He did so.

Wow, that's awesome. (...though I think that Irini is a she. )

The "he" refers to the Patriarch, who blessed the tooth and Irini.

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But for I am a man not textueel I wol noght telle of textes neuer a deel. (Chaucer, The Manciple's Tale, 1.131)

Our two year old daughter has a habit of narrating what she's doing, so the other day she found our Nintendo DS and took it off the desk while saying, "Want to play computer? Ok, you're welcome, Caitlin, you're welcome."

That's very much like our daughter Maryana. When she was between 1.5 and 2 y.o., she used to talk about herself in the third person, and also made her stuffed animals "answer" her, addressing her by her first name.

There was a very popular Italian singer in the 1980's, named Toto Cutunio (not sure about spelling). Once, Maryana (about 2 y.o.) was listening, very attentively, how Cutunio was singing some love song on TV. Lesya asked her: "Tell me, what is Toto Cutunio singing about?" Maryana answered, "Toto Cutunio sings, "Maryana, go to the potty...""

How funny! They're so cute at that age. Every day is a wonder.

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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. -- Douglas Adams

My oldest (Melanie) when she was about 3 yrs. old, used to announce the Priest of our church with "It's Jesus!" on a regular basis.

My Youngest, (Cecilia) 14 months now says "Its a Bug!" alteast fifty times a day after a recent run-in with a Wolf Spider.

Melanie also, to this day can not pronounce the word "popsicle". It has been Pee-Cople, Pospickle, and Pobspickle...although if she concentrates, she says it just fine. Oh yah! The best is a new word for any type of Lint or fuzz found anywhere on the body or floor..."Boff". This word was coined at the discovery of toe-jam when she was 2 yrs. old. We still call things "Boffs" on a regular basis and I have been guilty of this in front of many friends, as a part of my regular vocabulary!

Unbeknown to us, Irini had pulled out her tooth and scampered back to the Patriarch's table. Apparently, she marched right up to the Patriarch, seated with about eight Metropolitans, and declared: "Your All-Holiness, I just pulled out my tooth!!! Will you bless it too?"

He did so.

Wow, that's awesome. (...though I think that Irini is a she. )

The "he" refers to the Patriarch, who blessed the tooth and Irini.

That makes it even funnier and I also feel like an idiot. Thank you for both.

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This isn't hilarious or anything, but it did make me smile, if confusedly.

I was not able to take my children to see certain of their family for Christmas this year (we usually visit before Christmas, and they open presents at that time), so the family all sent presents home with me for my kids to open on Christmas. Because of this, getting presents from four different households, in addition to my own presents for them, they had a mound of presents to open. They are 3 and 4 1/2, and don't really get the idea of it being polite to open all the presents before you start playing with them. So anyway, here they are wanting to play with each present they opened. About half way through, my youngest daughter started to refuse to open any more presents. She just kept saying "no!" every time I tried to coax her into opening more. Then, she finally started taking an interest in them, but she wanted me to open them. I tried explaining to her that they were her presents to open, but she persisted: "no! you open them!" They got totally burnt out opening them, and when all was said and done they still had a dozen presents to open. I guess aunts, grandmothers and great grandmothers--and maybe Dad--spoil the kids with too many presents sometimes.

Sorry if that offends anyone. I know many here are aghast at the consumerism of American culture. I just thought it was cute. I guess the kids are sending a message, though.

I overheard my 9 year old son encouraging his 5 year old sister to concentrate on her homework:

"Finish your homework, or else you may have to go to Auburn when you grow up."

True story.

Selam

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It seems that the mot ordinary things are 100 times funnier when a toddler says them. Our daughter Caitlin was looking for some toy the other day so I told her, "It's over there in your toy bin." She spotted it across the room, turned to me and said, "Oh! You're right!"

Funnier still was when her 3 month old brother was crying while I was changing his clothes and she runs up to the changing table and says, "Oh Evan, be quiet."

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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. -- Douglas Adams

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who can watch the watchmen?"No one is paying attention to your post reports"Why do posters that claim to have me blocked keep sending me pms and responding to my posts? That makes no sense.

Once many years ago when my nephew was about six we were coming out of a store and he noticed a wrapped stick of gum on the sidewalk. He picked it up and began unwrapping it to chew. My sister hollered at him saying - "Brian throw that away it has germs on it!" He threw it away and said to his grandmother - 'Germs, Jesus, and Santa Claus. That's all she ever talks about and I ain't seen one of them yet!"

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Oh Lord, Save thy people and bless thine inheritance.Grant victory to the Orthodox Christians over their adversaries.And by virtue of thy Cross preserve thy habitation.